Girl at the aisle

I glimpsed her attractive skin showing through her leggings, smooth and beautiful cream, lithe frame, red dyed hair. I felt something, immediately denied it. I was afraid, I feared the attraction,  feared the feeling, feared lest anyone noticed, so I denied it, hid it, buried it deep inside. But what is it I was so afraid of?



    ( TROUBLE )* = ( IMMORTAL LOVE )* !

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